The cold world was far away
from her asthete mind
I remeber... her heart looking for the warmth
When words, pens and papers appeared like angels,
They gave her wings and took her to the
World of Poets
which felt like heaven.

I used to live in a kalopsia
An asthete world of mine
full of clouds, moon and stars.
But I realised it was a daydream
that broke
I had build walls but you broke
them
and pushed me into this
world of yours
A world which was a myth for me
A myth that people of this world
are mean
They do not care
And they are robbers.
But...thank you for breaking my dream
Now there is a beating heart of stone
in me
And winter is everywhere
So do not expect from me
to bring summer again.
Let the snow fall
Let the heart freeze.
Because If I end up forgetting you
I am sorry....I am not sorry.